Hanging on the inside hook, his Kingsglaive uniform hung, the long jacket studded with the matching buttons, the chain from one pauldron to the other, the silvered wrist guards. Lunafreya sucked in a pained gasp, before her hands flew to cover her mouth, smothering the next sound from her lips. One sleeve was completely burned away; the chain tarnished with ash and the lapels cracked and jagged. She sobbed once, her wide eyes traveling over the once-pristine black, the proud emblem of the Glaives under soot and dirt. Singed threads hung heavy, everything charred and burned. He died in this, her mind supplied, and the memory of him standing in his uniform when she saw him that first evening, tall and imposing, tried to overlay itself over this, over the terrible tombstone that this uniform was now. Her hands eased away from her mouth, going to the fabric, shaking fingertips touching the edges. She remembered him digging the ring out of her hands, where she would have put it on herself, risked the fires to save him and Eos.
You have a destiny to take care of here, remember? Besides, didn't anyone tell you...I'm the hero around here.
She swallowed hard, and again, but she couldn't keep back the emotion swelling up, her throat tight. Hot tears spilled over, scalding her face, as she gathered up the remnant of the uniform and pressed her cheek against it. His scent was obliterated here, the black reeking of smoke and char. She'd known he had died, known even what it must have looked like, from how she'd seen others consumed by the flames. But she'd always had to put it out of her mind, how he suffered. They'd tried so hard to escape the city, to get free, only to have him sacrifice himself so close to freedom. To save her. And faced with the incontrovertible proof of what had happened to him, grief overwhelmed her.
She didn't realize she had pulled it into her arms, from the hanger, until she heard the door open behind her. He must have heard her crying, but there was nothing Lunafreya could do about that now. Her tear-stained face turned towards the sound, towards him. "This.." she tried, her words disjointed as she wept, "You suffered, and I-...I left....I left you there. Like this."